She bowed her head very low to show her deep shame and regret. She let her shoulders slump forward.
"I didn't want to bother you by asking for help," Camilla whispered sadly to the dirt. "And I didn't have enough money to hire a private master to teach me basic defense skills at the mansion."
Damon stood perfectly still. He listened to her crying voice.
Inside his mind, Damon almost let out a loud, highly amused laughter.
"Didn't have enough money?" Damon thought to himself, staring down at her bowed head. "You literally have a massive stack of paper bank notes worth one hundred thousand gold coins hidden under your winter dresses in the wardrobe right now. You are richer than most noble lords in the capital city."
But Damon did not say a single word. He kept his face completely blank. He wanted to see how far she would take this Oscar-worthy performance.
Camilla squeezed her eyes shut. She forced real tears to form in the corners of her eyes.
